So the little bastard who knocked my teeth in
decides to sit down and snack on the blessings
of my generous purse with shiny fork and spoon.
Thou shalt not steal but this devious soul has done
the bidding of his masters and brought shame to
the house of heaven from which he calls home.
Nothing I can do but sit and watch from afar as
he cuts his New York Strip from the bone and
forks a large piece between braced teeth and tongue.
He smiles with a mouth of metal and all I can think
is the redeeming thought that Jesus is going to hell.